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Cold, So Fn Cold
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By:
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fester909
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Mood:
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other
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Date:
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01/04/2008 11:21:57
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Music:
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None
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It was cold in the projects, no weed, no 40s, no coke, no herion, what a cold day. But I had an idea, yea, i am a stick up kid, no joke. I decided that on this winter day I wasn't going to put up with much more. I was out to grab anything anyone had.
The victim was an old man, a business type. I liked the look of his watch, and his pinstripes were tight. I had my 9 pointed at his head, and told him to give it up, or die as no man should.
He gave it up just like that, and I spent the money to feed my daughter? No I don't think so. I bought a quarter pound of weed to flip. I was back on deck. Batter up. I flipped that quarter of weed for the next 6 months. I came up in a gangster way. I was never fingered for what went down. My wife was happy at the fact that I could buy her thangs. Man what cold a pistol brings. I pack heat when i have a Cold Winter day. peace mates.
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